User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20151015060553/@comment-3135907-20151111031033

"Aye..." Feffle tramped alongside the older hare. Silence soon reigned between the two as the forest edge grew closer.

Hours passed, with the woods seeming to only remain static much of the way, unmoving and apparently no closer than when they began. "Dashed old desert, playin' with us, wot?" Feffle remarked between sharp intakes of breath. "Could've sworn those trees were not more than a half hour's trip, donchathink."